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hawkeye-dani
hawkeye-dani
American I like hugs.
I get Grumpy. That is to say, I understand the dwarf. Not that I don't get grumpy. That is to say, Become irritable. In fact that is what we have in common, Grumpy and I. We both become irritable. Except it's not that we are grumpy, Grumpy and I. Not really. Grumpy and I are sick. But people don't realize it, Because it is not in the Sneezy kind of way. Depression makes people, And at least 1 in 7 dwarves, Become irritable. We get grumpy about ***** things, Yell at our families, Then get mad at ourselves for being grumpy. There are other symptoms too, Like being sleepy or sad. But irritability is often overlooked. What Grumpy and I really need, But we're too Bashful to say so, Is to see a Doc. Because all any of us want, Grumpy or not, Is to be Happy.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Depression PSA
When you decide you love me and you decide you care You'll find yourself quite lonely because I won't be there
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Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 8:08 PM UTC
A love(d) note
The Morning starts with sleepy eyes Fragrance floats on summer wind Beneath the covers sorry sighs Life is short, in death to end The Noon is time for all to grow Fragrance floats on summer wind And sunlight hides the world’s shadow Life is short, in death to end Afternoon grows long and weary Fragrance floats on summer wind Every answer adds a query Life is short, in death to end Evening finds the sun now setting Fragrance floats on summer wind To use twilight for forgetting Life is short, in death to end In the Night the eyes will close Fragrance floats on summer wind For undetermined time to doze Life was short, this is the end.
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May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 11:00 PM UTC
Fool's Song
He pushes my buttons. On purpose. Because he thinks it is funny. I call him an ******* He blames boredom. I blame him, for being an ******* He blames me, for not paying enough attention to him. I blame him, for being an ******* He blames his ADHD. I blame him, for being an ******* He blames me, for biting his head off. I blame him, for being an ******* He and I don’t speak for two days. Until I forgive him, for being an *******
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May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC
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